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[Jay-Z] |
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(J) uhh (A) uh-uh (Y) uh uh-uh |
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Ah ch-ch ah, ch-ah, ah uh-uh |
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Ah ch-ch ah, ch-ah, ah uh-uh |
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It's that hop I'm talkin bout right here Timbo! |
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I can't be stopped when it hop like this family, uhh! |
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(Uno, dos, tres, cuatro!) |
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They say hola' hovito |
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That's what they sayin when I roll up with my people |
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My music bangin like - them vatos locos got rap in a chokehold |
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And I won't surrender it with, beats by Timbaland |
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Calle-te la boca, my baby |
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All I wanna, do is, stroke ya all crazy |
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My, dick game is vicious, insane at bitches |
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Mami keep comin back cause mami came vicious |
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Catch Hov' in the drop, nasty thang lane switchin |
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Once you turn your neck for a sec your dame's missin |
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Bujando, bujando, the cops is comin |
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Got that rap patrol behind yo, get to runnin |
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I'm unstoppable Hov', untoppable flows |
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I'm the compadre, the Sinatra of my day |
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Ol' Blue Eyes my nigga, I did it my way |
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If y'all not rollin with Hov' then hit the highway |
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[Chorus] * |
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(Hola' hovito!) Yeah, yeah (Hola' hovito!) |
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Yeah that's what they sayin when that music get to bangin |
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Put it down for my PEO-PLE! |
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(Hola' hovito! Hola' hovito!) |
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Yeah that's what they sayin when that music get to bangin |
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Put it down for my PEO-PLE! |
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* an extra \"yeah\" before the 5th line first time, 2nd line second, |
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and the 5th line the third time |
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[Jay-Z] |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah |
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Yeah naw I don't fuck around, stay on my J.O. |
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Hov' been about that dough since I was a day old |
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Oh, push perrico if I need to for the rule of evil |
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Was born in the belly that's the way the streets breed you |
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One life to live - notice you get no sequel |
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So I truly got to live this like my last movie |
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Six oohie, jewels drippin, big toolie |
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I ball for real, y'all niggaz is Sam Bowie |
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And with the third pick - I made the earth sick |
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M.J., hem Jay, fade away perfect |
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I rhyme sicker than every rhyme spitter |
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Every crime nigga that rhyme or touch a mic because my mind's quicker |
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I'm a eighty-eighter, nine-six to \"Reasonable Doubt\" |
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Temper short, don't take much to squeeze you out |
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Yeah you shinin but the only thing you're leavin out |
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You're a candle in the sun - that shit don't even out |
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[Chorus] |
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[Jay-Z] |
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Hold up; naw muh'fuckers - y'all muh'fuckers |
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better run to the post office and get a job muh'fuckers |
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or starve muh'fuckers, cause Jay's been the only one |
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eatin thus far sub-par muh'fuckers |
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Naw even though y'all hate I love y'all muh'fuckers |
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\"Friend or Foe,\" y'all all my muh'fuckers |
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If you haven't heard, I'm Michael Magic and Bird |
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all rolled in one - cause none got more flows than Young |
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Plus got more flows to come |
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And if I ain't better than Big, I'm the closest one |
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So move over - hoes, choose Hova |
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My food for though so hot it give you dudes ulcers |
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Rovers, roasters, poseurs |
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gettin it in with me, livin like they supposed tah |
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Watches, chain, front row at the game |
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Sold out arena, all screamin my name, c'mon |
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[Chorus] |
